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fisherman you’re walking out with. Everyone knows you’ve been speaking on the radio for weeks and seen each other several times since you’ve been back.”
    “Well, we haven’t exactly been hiding,” Kaylie said, as they moved up the queue. “I mean, the beach and pub aren’t really private, but the radio? Who could have…?” She broke off.
    “Angus,” she chorused in unison with Miss Lydia.
    She laughed awkwardly. “Joys of living in a small town, huh?” The queue moved again. “I miss talking to Rob each day. He’s due back today, and I said I’d make him lunch, but I have no idea what. I know he likes fish, but I never cooked that in my life.”
    “He won’t mind what you cook. Actually, he’s very partial to a nice piece of liver and bacon, with onions, green beans, and mash.”
    “Thank you. I love beans covered in butter.”
    Miss Lydia smiled. “And it won’t spoil if he missed the tide either.” She winked. “But I know he didn’t. His boat is tied up in its usual spot on the quay.”
    Kaylie’s heart leapt for joy. He was back and safe. Her turn came and she posted the letter, before heading to the butcher’s. One of the things she loved about Wolf Point, was the high street didn’t have one big name shop anywhere along its length. All local produce was sold by local people. She bought the meat and headed next door to the green grocer’s for the vegetables.
    Once home, she opened the doors and windows to let in the hot sunshine and faint breeze. She shoved a CD of hymns into the stereo and tied her hair into a ponytail. Reaching for the apron, she fastened it around her waist and pulled the pans from the cupboard. She spent the next hour chopping, frying and cooking. She sang along to the hymns as she worked.
    A deep bass voice joined hers. She jerked her head up as a face popped up at the open kitchen window.
    Rob grinned at her. “Hey, you.”
    She returned his grin, her heart rate increasing exponentially. “Hi, Rob. The door’s open, come on round.”
    “Something smells good.” He appeared behind her and she turned to face him as he peered over her shoulder. “Is that liver?”
    “Liver and bacon, with onions, green beans, mash and lashings of butter and gravy.”
    His eyes lit up. “That is my all-time favorite meal. How did you know?”
    “A little bird told me in the post office this morning. She was mailing a parcel to her niece.”
    “That would be Miss Lydia. Her niece is Sam West. She and her husband go to the same church as my sister, Tori.”
    “Do you see your sister much?”
    “No. She wanted me to go up tomorrow and stay there until Wednesday. I was going to go, but I don’t know now.”
    “Why not? What’s stopping you?” She handed him a tall glass of ice cold lemonade.
    “Because I’m having severe Kaylie withdrawal symptoms,” he intoned with a dead straight face.
    Kaylie choked on her drink, the bubbles shooting up her nose. “I’m sorry?”
    “Angus did his best Kaylie impression on the radio every day, but it just isn’t the same.”
    Kaylie stood there, her jaw open, not sure whether to laugh, cry, or be offended.
    Rob chuckled and pushed her mouth closed with his index finger. “I have also discovered that you and I are the talking point of the town.”
    She nodded slightly.
    Rob grinned. “So come away with me. Really give them something to talk about.”
    Kaylie’s cheeks burned. “I beg your pardon?” she managed.
    “All above board.” He chuckled. “Tori and her husband Darren have a huge house with more than enough room. We’d have separate bedrooms and them as chaperones. And London is only half an hour by train from her place.”
    “I couldn’t possibly impose.”
    “You wouldn’t, and I know Tori won’t mind. You dish up, and I’ll ring her now to check.”
    Kaylie nodded, not sure what to say. She pulled plates from the cupboard and dished up while Rob went outside. He sat by the pond, trailing his hand in the